So Superbowl weekend is coming up. Oh, wait, its already here.
So Superbowl Sunday is coming up.
Can anybody guess why I am not excited in the least? Can anybody guess why I am, in fact, dreading the experience with every fiber of my being?
If you guessed “You work for Comcast!”, you’d be right.
Do me a favor. See that phone over there? On Superbowl Sunday, don’t touch it. Don’t even look at it. Incinerate if you will.
‘Cause you know what? I don’t want to hear it. Your cable isn’t working, ok, fine I’ll send someone out on Thursday to fix it for you. No, you can’t have someone today. No, you can’t speak to my supervisor because he is currently talking to some asshat who thinks his precious TV is so important that we can send someone out there today to fix it. Just like you. Huh.
